CHAPTER 13
I STOOD OUTSIDE my door until I heard Adam’s close, my toes curled in my flip-flops. Holy hell, the man could kiss. I could still taste him in my mouth, feel the sting on my chin from his beard.
Adam hadn’t kissed me; he’d devoured me.
Dazed, I slotted the key into the lock on my fourth attempt, and when I got inside, I collapsed back on my bed, reliving the moment in my head. Over and over again for at least an hour. The man had magic lips.
And a kind heart, and he cared about his family too.
Speaking of family, perhaps I should give my own mother a ring. And a piece of my mind too.
“Mum, I can’t believe you did that!” I screeched as soon as the pleasantries were over. “Everyone in town knows my life history.”
“Somebody had to be proactive, dear.”
“I could have gone out
